The voice that I blend with the face,
though I already matched
the spirit with the heart;
lit a match
looked for the form of you
in the dark subterrane
of my desire,
where you used to be
merely winged, I learned
you're both beautiful
and strong.

The accent that I rehearse,
like I would often recite
in my mind Fulghum’s lines
about the things he learned;
I ascend ahead of me to your cathedral,
ahead of me to your eminence,
when in truth I am still
among the fatal rush of my city.

The distance that I measure shortens
as watchtowers tick;
your summon pulls,
defies gravity,
each day I levitate
that soon I’ll be able to pinch angels’ cheeks.
I am not afraid.
I am not afraid to fall.

Summon
the first piece of poetry I've read today, this. combining a sense of the gorgeous and the awesome. a love that "defies gravity", an attraction so powerful it overwhelms distance, language, fear... all told with beautiful conjured images, creating just the right tone between naked adoration and meditative reverence… at least for me…

something both soothing and uplifting about this, a suggestion of light and space… providing an ideal poetic hangover cure for my still-throbbing head ;) Thank you for this vision, Peter.

the gorgeous and the awesome
Shannon, as you are very good in writing your own poetry (and stories) you also have very good ears for poetry, a keen understanding for what others write, so today my regard for you is raised tenfolds! Thank you very much, this poem is not good, but that you've spot on its essence makes it something else.

Clee ~ Idomis
This is also okay, that you are using your name Clee with your new lit.org account, still in your bio I suggest you could direct readers to the old account Idomis. People here should also see your other great writings! Thanks for commenting.